Chapter 202 Apocalypse Of Therut (14): Confrontation (2)



Raith knew not much about himself neither has he ever questioned his origin. The little he could remember was his sickly mother and arrogant father who was madly in love with her. He was the result of that love.

His brother was from a different mother who Lambert left to follow this new beauty. After her death seeing Raith made him angry, he blamed her death on him and he hated him, especially his incompetence, a dullard he would often call him.

All these bad memories might have overshadowed the good ones in Raith's head, he couldn't see any good in his family, and worse now. After embracing the darkness, all the abyss shows him is darkness, wrath, pain, and desecration.

That was all Raith could see.

Regardless of all this he still held onto a faint hope, a hope that was like a safety rope for him in a moment like this.

[Using authority Gⁿ=⁰¹ you have overridden the system]

[Summoning Death Soldier "Jarvis"]

[Summoning Death Soldier "Kortopi"]

[Summoning Death Soldier "Antares"]

It was Crimson who was still standing afar that first closed, in. He swung his sword at Raith, no... the abyss.

With a backstepped, the swing was weaved and a roundhouse kick landed on his shoulder crushing him to the ground.

'How is he able to summon them without my origin' the abyss wondered, scrunching his eyes as the others began to appear before him.

Antares, Kortopi, Jarvis, and Crimson, who stood back up and were standing beside them.

He heaved a sigh of relief, as though he can manage these.

But to his shock.

[Summoning Death Soldier "Fenrir"]

[Summoning Death Soldier "Noir"]

[Summoning Death Soldier "Rogue"]

Including the ace that Raith had been hiding from everyone.

Yes, the leader of the red orcs that he fought.

A drop of sweat ran down Raith's cheek.

"Give us back our master," Crimson demanded, clenching his sword.

The abyss flinched, he was shocked. The power of darkness in Raith, he had no idea that this was going to happen.

'...my biggest mistake was giving him this class.'

That was right, regardless of the power source, the soldiers are only loyal to the one who beckoned their names. Also, these ones have come to like Raith, apart from the fact that he is their summoner, to them he had become a person they wanted to always please.

? , ? ? ? ? ? ?.

In a short time, they had long passed the stage being connected only by darkness. They were cordially master and servants.

"I am your master. Dig that into your head, your true master is me."

Antares cocked his head and pointed to the abyss.

"Right now, I was interrupted because of the shit you pulled, you think we don't know you, you think we don't see you. I won't curse you because that is my master's body but get the fuxk out of there."

Antares' voice was intimidating and intelligent, even Pieter admired his manner of speech.

The abyss glared hard, he understood perfectly that it couldn't control Raith's summons but it had at least thought that they would not be able to tell the difference. He underestimated them way too much.

His head shuddered again.

"You damn bastard! Leave my head!" Raith's voice forced itself out.

"My king!" Antares shouted in excitement at the sound of Raith's struggling voice that came out. He just was always excited to see or hear his king.

Raith held his head together with both hands and for a while, it was as though Raith and the abyss were fighting in his head and it kept shuddering.

Antares watched diligently waiting for another opportunity to shout MY KING.

Finally, after a few seconds, it stopped. Raith paused and everything went silent, all his major summons who were in the room gently watched. Fenrir was gritting its teeth, Noir's mouth was filled with freezing fog and Raith's trump card was standing there like a moron.

Raith slowly breathe, it was still the abyss... the abyss slowly breathed.

"Looks like you have a lot on your plate... perhaps we will meet another day."

"And where do you think you are going?" Antares said to the archon who had turned away and was about to carry the hourglass.

But something was different about Antares' manner of speech.

Pieter who was almost suffocating and barely holding himself in this heavy atmosphere slowly raised his head to see who it was.I think you should take a look at

He had thought that Raith had gotten control of his body because that voice sounded more like Raith's. Antares' thick and rugged voice was not what Pieter heard.

The archon stopped and turned back. The abyss too was surprised.

[You bitch, I've figured out a way]

[I will destroy you if you don't give me my body back]

It was sure that Raith was still in this body but he was sounding right now in Antares's body. What the hell was this supposed to mean?!

"It is you... I feel that disgusting power from you." The archon said, placing its hands behind its back, or perhaps her hands.

"I asked you a series of questions and I want to know the truth. Including your loss in this war with the primordial that you have been telling the entire Therut about." Antares, no... Raith requested.

Raith was in his body but a part of his ego was now in Antares. Something that wouldn't have been possible if it wasn't for his ruler's authority and error code.

"Telling you is not difficult. But are you ready to bear the truth?" The archon asked, looking at Raith, the real Raith that was standing behind Antares.

"I don't care, spill it now."

The archon then nodded.

"First I will start by telling you that we did not fight with the primordials. We never did."

Raith was not surprised, but there was someone here who was witnessing all this, someone who dare not talk. Although even the archon seems not to mind his presence.

Pieter was shocked by the archon's words. His throat shook but he couldn't speak.

"I am utterly sorry for what our decisions have caused you."

The only reason why this archon was apologizing to Raith was because he was a considerable force to reckon with.

The archons, celestials in general, including Asuras, and mostly angels were known to be a very proud race, they were proud as fuck and would never apologize but of course, this was a different case if the person is someone strong or someone they loved.

The apology didn't move Raith any bit. He demanded the truth and that was all he cared about right now. So he was more interested in the archon's next statement after the archon's apology.

"This world was our attempt to save and protect ourselves. Don't blame us for fabricating a world of lies, all the people we came here with would have died if it wasn't for that lie."

"I don't give a shit about that..."

"Who you should blame is that embodiment of darkness that Fel served, even unto the end Fel couldn't let go of his service. And he created a system where the abyss will be able to find someone worthy while we monitor this world in our sleep using our dust in heroes and keep the barrier of the world.

It was the same system, designed for us to keep the world of Therut living."

The archon paused and looked at him.

"The pontifex's decision was rational, it could have been anybody but it just was you. But all this wouldn't have happened if the abyss stop meddling with the matters of the world and just go back to where its kind belongs... with other primordials."

Antares shuddered immediately he heard that it was Raith.

'I heard the word clearly but nothing happened... there was no reaction'

Was it because he was in the body of another?

"Wait did you just say?!"

"Yes, the abyss is a primor—

Wham!

The abyss– Raith reached the pontifex in an instant and slapped her mouth, sending her away— Pieter followed through immediately and caught her before she could slam her back on one of the poles holding the large hall.

He slowly landed and bowed after dropping her.

"Thank you, Pieter."

His body shook with excitement.

'The archon called my name!!' He cried inwardly.

Antares squinted his eyes.

'The abyss is a primordial.' This was a confirmation for sure.

Raith had not given much thought about the primordials, just thinking about it would hurt his head. Besides, he had not even uncovered the secrets of the celestials. So far so good the only celestials he had met were the Asuras, the guardinals, to be particular only one; Briceus of the Northern front and now he was speaking with an archon.

He had not even met an angel and angels are the strongest subrace of the celestials. His plate was still full with the celestials, why bother with the primordials?

But the news that the abyss is a primordial changed everything for him. He began to raise a lot of questions within himself and demanded even more answers.

But time was not on his side anymore.